Hear Me Now

In that instance where He calls me "son" I am aware that He is my Father. For me this is an action, for Him it is simply His character. The act I do, my response, is a reply to His Person, His Spirit, His love that is within me. When He moves, I move, and so I must move. My movement my faith is the moment of realization, I am not, and He is. I betray my own right, except to call myself son, and Him Father. Because I am not my own father, it is useless for me to try and awaken a recognition of Him by simply calling myself son in the hollow of my own silence. My own voice only rouses a dead echo when it calls out to itself. There is no awakening in me, unless I am called out of the darkness by Him who is light. Only He who is life is able to raise the dead. And unless He names me son, I remain dead, and my silence is the silence of death. But when He speaks my name, that interior devastation, that silence becomes life and I know I am, because He is. There is no longer a dead echo, but a triumphant voice of life. My life is always listening, His is always speaking. My salvation is in this, hearing and responding. So this silence is my very salvation. Interior silence is impossible without mercy, grace, and my part, humility.